WEB TRANSLATORS NOTE: The start of the following word assembly was rediscovered
during a routine Cyber Sled Overhaul, it was then expanded- written "Live to
the web" during June of 1998 as opposed to fully edited "Off Line" and then
Cyber published as per wwweb standard, not that that makes any difference to what we
UP-TIME LINE linear scholars actually screen in our (later) now, but I thought it worth
mentioning the cyber dynamic under which it was assembled.

As with all of Glitters
writing during this period, the main theme is "Reasons
why he should and reasons why he
currently can't build the BONG," as usual, the style
jumps all over the place and there are words of his own devise scattered through out,
also, the use of the sublink is becoming more apparent during this period.

A hitch hiker is standing by the side of the road,
his Back Pack is strategically placed to catch the eyes of
the on coming traffic and to protect his legs should a driver take it into their head to
run him over.

Where he is standing, exactly in the scant shadow cast by the only tree for
miles, with enough room for even an 18 wheeler to pull up shows that he is no stranger to
the delicate art of hitch hiking, however the purity of this road side performance is lost
on the technocrats mainstreaming past him at 100k.p.h.

They dont even notice him as they rush past, intent on their next buck or
the next fuck. To them he is just another outstretched hand, probably too lazy to work and
obviously incapable of conforming to their modern world and societal niche.

Any of these technocrats mainstreaming by, would, if they could take a close
look at the items inside his back pack, radically revise their 100 k.p.h assumptions of
the owner of the pack, for carefully packed amongst the travel worn clothes is a state of
the Art Cyber Sled connected to HERE

As each vehicle passes he steps back out onto the road, a "Traveller's Twist of Strings" is briefly visible as
he hangs out his thumb, he slowly retreats behind the shelter of the Back Pack as the next
car draws closer. He is obviously no part-time hitcher, it shows in the way that he
watches the traffic until it has passed and in the way he smiles and shows the peace sign
in response to the faintly ridiculous sign language employed by those who would normally
pick him up but are too loaded, turning off or too busy to help him out at this exact
time.

Not a flicker of annoyance crosses his features while he waits, he looks like
he enjoys the wait more than the ride. He takes out the makings of a handmade cigarette,
adds a pinch or three of green to the coarse tobacco, deftly rolls the concoction, inserts
a small roll of cardboard torn from a business card into one end, and lights up.

An indeterminable amount of time passes, the sun sets on the post card
background as a battered HK Premier circles back and stops in a cloud of Gravel..

"I was past you before I remembered that Old
Holdens don't drive past hitch hikers, so I circled back."

"Thanx."

A brief flurry of activity as the car is loaded, names exchanged and they were
back in the traffic before the next 18 wheeler appeared. The HK was jukeboxing down the
East Coast Elevator, it's creaky old ball joint's were slapping in time with the music as
the Hitcher asked.

"Okay If I smoke a Splifferette?"

"What's a Splifferette?"

"A combination of 60% Spliff and 40% cigarette."

"A Spliff is?" asked the driver with a knowing grin.

"Is more commonly referred to as a joint."

"This would be a sharer you'd be rolling?"

"Actually" said the hitcher as he removed
his hand from his jacket pocket, "I got an 'In-case-ya' burning right here," the
Splifferette he produced was burning, but only just, the hitcher toked slowly on the
Spliff, glowing it back to alight, then passed it across saying, "Splifferettes are
not designed for Bogarting, just draw slowly on it, in an unrockconcertlike manner, the
buds are encased in a outer tube of tobacco that slightly raises the combustion
temperature in order to maximize the THC yield of the sessile and non-sessile glandular
Trinomes, here suck it and see. By the way," he added BondJamesBondically, "I
prefer my buds torn apart, not sliced."

"Why?"

"Chopping up destroys the integrity of the Trinomes."

"Sounds like you know a lot about Marijuana."

"Not really, my knowledge of ganja is similar to a knowledge of wine or
roses. Since it's a substance I inhale, rather than sip or sniff, I tend to take a
particular interest in it."

"Do you grow it?"

"Nope, I live in that back pack back there in the back, not enough room
for a pot plant and a potpal"

"You sure speak funny."

"Sorry dude, I been jacked in to the cyber
space colony for the last couple of months and I haven't quite achieved full reality
reintegration, but I should be right by Kempsey."

"I understood those words" said the driver, now smoothly in the bubble, "but what I can't understand is why I
haven't heard about the Big Bong before."

"That is probably due to the fact that the dudes most
likely to want to access the BBt-PPP are also the
dudes least likely to have wwweb access. Most of Generation X
prefer their entertainment in a T.V / video format, which is next, but I suppose the main
factor is that the BBt-PPP
went totally cyber in 1995 and it's been developing a fringe niche global cyber audience
as opposed to a specific local or national reality audience."

"Cool, do you get paid when some one visits your web site?"

"Nope, the only thing the BBt-PPP
wants you to pay is attention and the frequency of that is up to the individual. Some come
weekly, monthly, yearly, basically wwweb-ever they want, as for the rest, well, every
time any cyber dude finds something on the wwweb that's boring or otherwise offensive
to their tastes, they simply don't return."

"Cool, So what is is gunna be like? The Peace Zone I mean?"

"Okay, just imagine that when we go around the next corner we see a huge
Billboard saying Do Not be Alarmed, you are about to drive past
the Movie Set of the Big Bong Peace Pipe Project Now Hiring, Casting and mostly Constructing... we
would?"

"Drop in and check it out." said the driver with an anticipatory
twitch of the wheel.

"Perzactly, at first glance the Peace Zone looks like your typical road
side attraction, it has the usual assortment of human and transport refuelling devices,
how ever the restaurant section is called "The Big Bong Burger Bar."

"Then, after your "Initial Concept Exposure"
so to speak, you decide to enter the Peace Zone and participate in the Peace Pipe Project,
you buy your ticket and enter. As the entry poem goes,

If you've read the book and
cerfed the site that's great, but only a Teeshirtis gunna get you thru the Gate.

"Cool."

"The BBt-PPP is a place to visit, to hang
out for a while, help out for a while, then drift on, returning when ever you like. Of
course, in the beginning the webbed and internationalists/back packers will be the primary
preferred "Labour pool" for the BBt-PPP, in other
words you will need Passport Proof that you are over 18."

"Why the No Kids rule?"

"Kids are already at peace with each other, as are most teenagers. It's
the adults who cause all the wars."

"Good point, I never thought of it like that before. What will be like
once you get inside?"

"The cyber script requires a construction camp / village made up of tents
and teepees of woodstockian appearance, this happens AFTER the initial "Campfire," scenes have been staged and filmed."

"Cool"

"At first the main effort is directed to digging the foundations of Peace
Pipe and constructing a Qwerty Enclosure for all the Image
Transmission Hardware. Once the Image is getting to the wwweb Okay, then it's concentrate
on providing interesting content on a 24 hour basis."

"Well, one of the reasons that I have been concentrating on attracting the
attention of the cyber space colony primarily is so
that I will be able to take a web-eyed potpal (and the connected
conspirators) into the offices of the local council when I start the "Reality
Application Process."

"Cool, so you gunna fix the unblinking eye of wwworld peace on them?"

"Yeah, hey, that's a cool way of putting it Dude, mind if I use that
sentence on the wwweb?"